well, the 14 Feb 2009, is the day we turn 5 yrs old.
and what did we do to celebrate this wonderful mile stone.
take a look at the video and you will find out!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
POST's
post post post,
there are so many things i like to post on this blog, but havent decide on which one to start with..
guess I will just post ramdom picture.....
Hope you guys enjoy it.
there are so many things i like to post on this blog, but havent decide on which one to start with..
guess I will just post ramdom picture.....
Hope you guys enjoy it.
Dessert Girl
I never used to be a dessert girl. I don't have a sweet tooth. I'll order an appetizer and forgo dessert. I hate it when Thai curries are sweet, when salad dressings are sweet, when barbecue sauce is sweet - as barbecue sauce tends to be. I prefer a spicy bloody Mary to a syrupy daiquiri and a salted yogurt lassi to a mango one. I love it when you can taste the salt in chocolate chip cookies, a cheese plate makes the perfect end to a meal, I like bacon in my ice cream for pete's sake.
No, I definitely don't have a sweet tooth.
But the funny thing about dessert is that once you start eating it, you can't stop. Oh, I don't mean in one sitting, that would be disgusting but have no long term effects. I mean, night after night you will begin craving dessert. You'll scoop Nutella out of the jar with a spoon for the hazelnut sugar rush. You'll concoct odd combinations of puff pastry, chocolate chips, and frozen peaches. You'll make a microwave brownie.
I didn't eat dessert every night growing up. This is because I tend not to like Indian desserts (too sweet) but the only things lying around the house were Indian ice cream or barfi. I was rarely hungry for dessert. Everything changed after living with Kristen in Chicago. She was always talking about dessert. She's been known to scoop frosting out of the container and eat it with graham crackers, a far more ridiculous dessert than a spoonful of Nutella. Her boyfriend calls "eating ice cream" one of her hobbies. Kristen wanted dessert all the time, and she made quite a few good ones. I got recipes like chocolate espresso cookies, ginger ice cream, and football shaped mini carrot cakes from her. I also got my dessert craving from her, because now I always feel like a sweet treat after a meal.
So where does this lead except to a story about making dessert? Last weekend, Katy (another fan of dessert, specifically cookies) and I took a chocolate cooking class at The Chopping Block in Chicago. We made chocolate souffles, chocolate espresso pudding parfaits, and devil's food cake with buttercream frosting. Of the three, I was most excited about and most gratified by the souffles. I never made a souffle before, I was unsure how difficult it was. Turned out to be easy. You can find a chocolate souffle recipe anywhere so I won't type it out for you. Here are the basics: Separate your eggs properly. You can even buy an egg separator, which is basically a plastic spoon with a space to let the white drip out while the yolk stays put. Beat the yolks with sugar, vanilla, and melted chocolate. Whip your whites to stiff peaks, then fold into the chocolate mixture. Pour into ramekins and bake for 10 minutes or until just set. That's it. Instead of having to concoct strange things with leftovers, you can be sophisticated and make chocolate souffles. So maybe I am a dessert girl now, although I still like bacon in my ice cream. But that's a story for another day.
No, I definitely don't have a sweet tooth.
But the funny thing about dessert is that once you start eating it, you can't stop. Oh, I don't mean in one sitting, that would be disgusting but have no long term effects. I mean, night after night you will begin craving dessert. You'll scoop Nutella out of the jar with a spoon for the hazelnut sugar rush. You'll concoct odd combinations of puff pastry, chocolate chips, and frozen peaches. You'll make a microwave brownie.
I didn't eat dessert every night growing up. This is because I tend not to like Indian desserts (too sweet) but the only things lying around the house were Indian ice cream or barfi. I was rarely hungry for dessert. Everything changed after living with Kristen in Chicago. She was always talking about dessert. She's been known to scoop frosting out of the container and eat it with graham crackers, a far more ridiculous dessert than a spoonful of Nutella. Her boyfriend calls "eating ice cream" one of her hobbies. Kristen wanted dessert all the time, and she made quite a few good ones. I got recipes like chocolate espresso cookies, ginger ice cream, and football shaped mini carrot cakes from her. I also got my dessert craving from her, because now I always feel like a sweet treat after a meal.
So where does this lead except to a story about making dessert? Last weekend, Katy (another fan of dessert, specifically cookies) and I took a chocolate cooking class at The Chopping Block in Chicago. We made chocolate souffles, chocolate espresso pudding parfaits, and devil's food cake with buttercream frosting. Of the three, I was most excited about and most gratified by the souffles. I never made a souffle before, I was unsure how difficult it was. Turned out to be easy. You can find a chocolate souffle recipe anywhere so I won't type it out for you. Here are the basics: Separate your eggs properly. You can even buy an egg separator, which is basically a plastic spoon with a space to let the white drip out while the yolk stays put. Beat the yolks with sugar, vanilla, and melted chocolate. Whip your whites to stiff peaks, then fold into the chocolate mixture. Pour into ramekins and bake for 10 minutes or until just set. That's it. Instead of having to concoct strange things with leftovers, you can be sophisticated and make chocolate souffles. So maybe I am a dessert girl now, although I still like bacon in my ice cream. But that's a story for another day.
tag again
I am so lazy lately to update my blog, for nor particular reason. Well, maybe for one reason, that I am just lazy to update the blog. Laziness can be a reason as well.
I have been tagged a few times, by fellow bloggers, and as promised I will try to answer it one by one, although I am not really sure, anyone would even bother to read it. But somehow, for lazy people like me, a tagged is a good way to write something in a blog, because you don’t have to think so much and force yourself to be creative to write anything for the survival of your blog.
So this is a tag by mr. panzer, and here goes.
Tag: Complete the sentence
Rules:
1. Answer the questions below and put the link of the person who tagged you
2. Tag 5 people and let them know by leaving a message in their blog
My idea of going on a date would be...
The worst punishment my parents gave me was... because I...
My most extravagant splurge in the last six months is...
If I can have a super-ability, I'd want to have...
KL is...
My influences in life are...
I have climbed the highest mountain on earth and found the wisest man in the entire galaxy. And I can ask him only one question. I am going to ask him...
My wishes for 2009 would be that...
Lastly, I'd like to be remembered by...
My idea of going on a date would be
doing nothing, not even trying to find anything to talk just to impress our date that we know so much of anything, although knowing so much of anything really shows that we don’t know much of anything. Just sit there and stares at each other and shares drink while looking around to look for conversation piece and remind how everything look and resemble our date or the relation such as “the stars are so bright like your eyes” or “your chicken look so nice and succulent and juicy just like your lips” (so unromantic, yes I know) and work out the date until we finally come to the part where we said “my love to you is as much as the sand in gold coast Australia” or “I hate you because you are as bad as the Israelis taking advantages of the Palestinians”, which I prefer the latter than the former.
The worst punishment my parents gave me was… because I...
a good smack wallop with the buckle of the my fathers belt, on the eve of hari raya, although he did not intend to do it, but he was at rage and too mad at that time and tend to forget and somehow hold the other end of the belt, and was he surprised to see me cried my lungs out and twirl on the floor. Although the belt did not even touch my body, but you know how children can be such a drama queen.
a good smack wallop with the buckle of the my fathers belt, on the eve of hari raya, although he did not intend to do it, but he was at rage and too mad at that time and tend to forget and somehow hold the other end of the belt, and was he surprised to see me cried my lungs out and twirl on the floor. Although the belt did not even touch my body, but you know how children can be such a drama queen.
And I got that punishment for a very minute offense, which most children would do. I mean, everyone has done it, it’s not unusual to poke flaming firecracker (the read one, with lots of smoke) to your sister’s butt because you think it would be funny, isn’t it.
Oh my father have no sense of humour at all.
It was funny at that time especially when I saw what big hole it made to my sister’s baju kurung at that time. We still talk about it until now, after almost 25 years.
My most extravagant splurge in the last six months is…
I bought a damn expensive car (at least with my salary, it is expensive), just because it look nice, although everyone told me not to do so (buying Korean car) and to tell you the truth I am not very sure I should because i am not really capable of doing it right now, and I am not really into korean car, and I am leaving the country soon for few years, but I bought it anyway because it look nice.
Then I bought a Gucci passport holder, for whatever reason I don’t know (which I used it as a wallet instead)
I bought a laptop, and last but not least I bought a Lacoste shoes which I don’t know when to use since I love more wearing the La Primavera sandals (which really look more like a RM10 slippers, although it does not cost RM10 at all) everywhere I go.
Nope, I don’t use credit card. I stop using it almost 2 years now.
And bloody proud of it.
If I can have a super-ability, I'd want to have...
The ability to read mind, although I don’t really care what people think of me (not really) but most importantly I want to know what other people think of someone else. For example if I am with B and C, I want to be able to read B’s mind so I know what he think of C (yes, so kepochi) and vice versa.
Emm, somehow I think, I have this ability already, especially after 7 years of learning economics in the university, we learn a lot on making assumption, assuming, make prediction and making false accusation.
KL is...
Too expensive.
Too expensive.
My influences in life are...
No one, I believe you chart your own destiny and you need no one to motivate and tell you what to do, because god gives you brain to think for yourself.
No one, I believe you chart your own destiny and you need no one to motivate and tell you what to do, because god gives you brain to think for yourself.
I have climbed the highest mountain on earth and found the wisest man in the entire galaxy. And I can ask him only one question. I am going to ask him...
How to get down fast! Basically you will never see me climb the highest mountain or any mountain for that sake. And I don’t need to ask the wisest man because we have internet and we can seek any answers there and to make your skills ability and knowledge better we can go to training and conference.
My wishes for 2009 would be that...
Everyone is happy this year, and not so engulf with the world economic problem
Lastly, I'd like to be remembered by...
That is the person that have change my life, who teaches me well and now I am a better person (hahahahah, uwekkkkkkkkk)
That is the person that have change my life, who teaches me well and now I am a better person (hahahahah, uwekkkkkkkkk)
I tag YOU!
Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney
I am soooooo happy today. I feel very much appreciated by an award winning Aussie creative and my fellow creatives. I can say to myself, work well done Joanie! Road to Cannes is long and narrow but who knows...
Last October 2007, I went to Australia to have my month long vacation. I was shuffling from one area to another. I explored Sydney in short. While I was walking around the area of Circular Quay, I decided to cross the Harbor bridge going to Kirribili by simply walking. But before reaching the bridge I passed by the road called The Rocks. I was surprised to see the sign of Saatchi & Saatchi. Who cares if I do not know anyone from there, I barged in and sneaked into the Saatchi office. Told my self that day, I have this feeling that I'll be part of this company. Since Saatchi was my Dad's first ad agency, I always had this yearning that one day I will work their too. (By the way, my Dad was also an Art Director)Came October 2008, exactly a year later after I said to myself that I'll be part of this company–My new office Ace Saatchi & Saatchi Manila. Breaking new grounds for me and giving possibilities to all my dreams. Starting today it's time to prove the world more that I am not just an Art Director–because I do believe Art Directors are not just executers but idea makers, can do a good script and probably a good presentor.
Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney.
Sneaking inside Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney.So who says dreams cannot come true? I say, dreams do happen. They existed for us to make it real. I always been a dreamer not a wanderer. I often get lost but I do find the way how to get to the right direction. So I believe none of us are losers. We do have our own trail to follow. We just have to keep in mind that whatever we do and regardless of what angle in life, we should learn not to step on anyone or hurt someone. Because I believe if you do something and on the other hand you hurt people, you will never be happy and will never succeed in life.
So cheers to Lions!
hugs,
joanie xxx
So cheers to Lions!
hugs,
joanie xxx
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